Its worth fighting for..

So stepping away from twisted stuff, i finally decide to write this. If you thinking why, i so want to vent. Will it help, il let you know. Am i an expert at this?? nope , not a bit. Someone whom i know very closely is going through an emotional phase in their life, mainly separating from their partners. No amount of talking to either of them seems to resolve their issues that they have build up over the years . Lot of ego clashes, miscommunication, and truckloads of factors have contributed to their decision. I know one of them reads every post of mine, and i'm hoping for a miracle!!. Why??? because i love you two to bits together, and it breaks my heart to see what might possibly happen.

Like i said earlier, i'm not even close to the ideal individual to give advice on what you should do, or how to avoid such a situation. however, i'm gonna do just that.

Never stop Flirting/Loving :  Yes i know it sounds over the top romantic!! But its not. Taking out time in between your busy schedules, and showering each other with affection like you did earlier is definitely going to reignite passion and memories. It can be as simple as holding hands, a peck on the cheek, watching your favourite movie. Choose your pick.

Fall in love again with your Partner :  I agree he/she may not look the same. Receding hairlines,wrinkling, increasing sizes are all inevitable. Learn to love this new person, fall in love with them again. more than the way they look now, think of the way they make you look with that small touch or that glance. Yeaa!!, that sure works :)

Nobody is Perfect : Dont try to fix your partner, just because your friends partner looks a particular way. Your Partner is your Partner, accept them as they are , as they change. Its not your job to fix someone, its not your Job to ensure how he/she should eat, sit , talk, walk , laugh!!.. Cmon, breathe, notice the sound of her laughter , see the way his eyes twinkle when he catches yours :).

Limit the blame game :  You are solely responsible for your happiness. Stop blaming each other for taking the "Happiness" out of each others life. Stop blaming each other when you fight. All of those words remain in the heart for a long time. I know its not easy to control ones temper, but it is to control one's tongue. Acknowledge if you are at fault, and all those words will erase magically.

Be stupid/kiddish/silly/idiotic : Remember the things you used to do initially, do them over, attuning to your partners changed sensibilities. Stop pretending that you are carrying all the burden in the world. Leave the baggage aside, go snuggle up, hug each other. Do things that make you both happy.

Give each other the required space : Dont smother each other. Do your own things. Have your own social circle. It will help you both unwind your individual stresses . Don't be super clingy. Appreciate what your partner does, compliment them .

Dont take your fights to the bed : try resolving your issues before you hit the sack. Never keep it for tomorrow. Tomorrow will just add on to the hurt. Resolve it before it dissolves you.


Relationship is never about a "Happily ever after". it needs work, commitment , love , and loads of patience. It aint easy , but its definitely super worth it .

Just plain ordinary .....

                                                         

Damn so much for missing my train to Chennai, I wonder when I’d get there for my lecture… hmmm…

So Joel’s exclusive plan backfired.. He thought that he would reach Nagercoil by train.. sleeps…... eat…sleep....drink….and sleep and wake up for the next day.. but voila…. He had to reach the station 2 MINUTES after the train left , only because a cow blocked his vehicle on the way to the station and earlier because he forgot his cell phone in his apartment and had to go back to retrieve it, and then forgot where he left the house keys…

So much of coincidence ,for one day…hmm…maybe it is fate, maybe it is destiny…now whatever the difference between the two is… what if I am to meet the girl of my dreams, what if life has something more to offer me…

With that thought he left for the bus depot, with a smile plastered on his face. And was he lucky , within 5 minutes he found the bus that leaves for his destination…

Yeaaa, now destiny, what do you have in store  for me…he thought as he stepped onboard… to be met by the most beautiful sight…

The only seat that was left for him to occupy was next to a woman with a wailing kid in her arms...

Destiny!!!!!!!!!!...... bullshit!!!........

He continued the rest of the journey with the child’s spittle drenching his shoulder.

P:S :- Thank you Munchkin for the thought ... :)

You are important...

“Gosh!!! I wonder when you’ll ever understand me…. You are just annoying, and you always hurt me,  kabhi to samjha karo, tumhe har baat mazaak mein lene ki aadat ho gayi hain na, isliye, forget it…”

                                                           

Message sent ~~~~~~~

“am sorry :( , but what is it that you are upset about?? Please tell me, free flow of conversation is a virtue of our relation ship na??”

Message sent ~~~~~~~

“what are you being sorry for aditya??.. you haven’t even realized why am angry!!!”

Message sent ~~~~~~~

“because I don’t want anything to ruin what we share…”

                                         

Message sent ~~~~~~

“if you can’t understand something as simple as this, I wonder why we are even discussing it??, honestly forget it!!”

Message sent ~~~~~~~

“Baby, please, tell me what it is… im sorry”

Message sent ~~~~~~~~

“Aditya, stop annoying me, good night, and take care “

Message sent ~~~~~~~~

“good night , sweet dreams, take care of yourself and stay safe alright”

--------------

10:00 am

“Good morning baby, am sorry about yesterday, woh tum bhi na, everything is like a joke for you, mmmmm newys , text me as soon as you free, k… tc “

13:45 pm

“abhi tak so rahe ho kya?? Gosh some people I tell you!!”

18:00pm

“Adi… itne busy ho kya???... hope everything is fine at your end!!!”

18:30 pm..

“The number you have called is not accepting any calls at the moment …pls..”

18:31 pm

“The number you have called is not accepting any”

19:00 pm

“The number you have …”

19:15 pm

“The number you have called is not accepting any calls at the moment …pls try again later…aapke dwaara call kiya gaya number is waqt ….”

                                                  

19:30 pm

“The number you have dialed is unavailable at the moment …”

19:31 pm

“Adi, am worried, please call me “

19:40 – 20:00 pm

“The number you have called”

23:30 pm

“hey baby, I just saw your calls and messages, am with my friends, had told you na… vinay ki bachelor party hain, am down with vodka and all..btw some problem with network I guess, so sorry baby…”

                                                         

23:31 pm

“Gosh!!! I wonder when you’ll ever understand me…. You are just annoying, and you always hurt me,  kabhi to samjha karo, tumhe har baat mazaak mein lene ki aadat ho gayi hain na, isliye, forget it…”

                                        

…. And so it continues…

Life is too short too sit and fret over silly matters, resolve every issue before your day ends. We loose many people, because of silly fights, ego etc. Make it a point to let “them” know that they are important.

                                               

Life worth living ??

She stared at the person in the mirror

The person just blinked back at her,

Who was she, was she really a part of her existence??

How easily did she change to the demands of the society?

Transformed from one form to another, so much so, that she lost track of herself,

She didn’t find “happiness” anymore!!

Her laughter was hollow,

As though, it was forced upon her.

Her existence was so much of a routine

She never bothered to look beyond it

Was there something beyond her world?

She never knew

She never gave it a thought

She was being swept along with the world

Just another human soul,

Existing for the sake of existence

It did not bother her

Cause she never felt it

Her emotions were hollow

And so was she

She had become such

Leading a normal life yet hollow from within

woh lamha .....

Panting, he caught the handrail of the bus and jumped in. No sooner did he get in than he saw her. He felt a whiff of fresh air moving across  his face, as though  it wanted to make its presence felt. 

“Tum waha khade raho ya andhar aao, ticket to lena hi hoga boss”. 

That broke the fresh air effect; however he glanced at her and saw a smile breaking on the corner of her lips. He ran his hand over his hair and a smile broke on his lips revealing deep dimples. He stepped onboard took a seat, and smiled away......

Social networking sites…

                                                                

A friend recently sent me a mail which had in it an invite to join a Social networking Site, which apparently is testing the waters, and its market value et al. So, here am I a FB loyalist who is being asked suddenly to shift to Google + cause it’s the “new thing”. Curiosity got the better of me, and well did I accept it, of course I did!! And stared at the screen for 5 minutes, clicked some odd tabs, and signed out! Later to my surprise I get 3-4 mails of similar nature and then when I checked on to see how well the

Senders of the e-mail were faring on this new Social networking site, I checked their Profile’s, which left my mouth wide open (literally), certain Friends of mine already had 220 “circles” (I assume them to be a friend list). If Google + was just on a testing spree, how come so many people get to “test” it.

Anyways, so the fact here is that there is a huge choice of networking sites out there (than you Wikipedia for the information), and according to a survey (why would anyone take such a survey), every 2 minutes, a new person is introduced to a new networking site. Now these SNS (social networking sites), have made relationships “virtual”, and in a way easy. So all you have to do is update new events in your life on SNS and your near and dear ones (and strangers), get to know what exactly is happening with your life, cool huh!!

So how does one choose over the multitude of choices that is offered? It’s like walking into a supermarket and being welcomed by a flood of products, and the “poor” customer has to make a choice based on previous experience, or the advertisement or something else. So, having been in the midst of a Facebook v/s Twitter argument, which finally culminated into how fb is more personal and twitter more professional(wonder how), but ya, so is that how we choose our SNS, as to which one to be in.

I wonder how our parents must have survived without these unnecessary “comforts” of technology? Easy.... there were better things and sources of recreation to head out, rather than the SNS!!!I know it’s difficult to get that back, cause here I am typing out how I feel about the same for a blog, rather than voicing it. So I guess I won’t be surprised if we have Virtual weddings for the simple reason that the Groom is too busy Updating his status, and would want the “bride” to say “I do” over Facebook, so that he can let everyone know that immediately.

Even school going children prefer spending time over the Internet with SNS’s than going and playing in their spare time. I have a feeling all playgrounds will be razed to create more space for the booming population, but somehow they won’t really be missed.

SNS provide with “Dating” facilities as well, I had a friend who recently expressed her “feelings” about some “guy” whom she met over a SNS; Wow we could even have SNSMARRY.COM soon. Hoping she doesn’t read this, I really wonder whether that’s even a guy, isn’t it easy to create a fake account?? but she having sensed the “silence” on the other end of the phone, dismissed all my negative thought by stating, “I really like him, and am hoping that it turns out well”, so there we have case number8954765958 of Online attraction.

                                          

Addiction to the SNS may even further go on to create certain Psychiatric associated illness, with people feeling depressed over lack of comments, or for lack of status updates. There may even be an addition to the list of illness -  say “cyber depression”, wow; I guess I should be called the mother of Cyber depression for having coined the term (lol)

So kudos to the people behind this SNS brainchild and “thank you” for helping us stay connected and even reconnect to Past horrors.

Have you been Interviewed ?

We all pass out of college with Stars in our eyes, and dreams of the “Job” that one would continue with for an entire lifetime (or atleast 2 months). The only thing or rather person who stands in between you and the dream job is the Hr personnel and a hell lot of questions, having asked some myself, I know feel, or rather know how stupid all of them are.

Tell me something about yourself :The first time I was asked this question, I was thinking -  ummm what do want to know, I mean seriously how much do you want to know , cause all what is related for the applied position is mentioned on my Resume, cant you read, but since the Job is important ,with a suppressed rage turning into sarcastic smile tuned to look like a confident smile, I blabber on, about my “educational qualification” (and add some extra rubbish , presumably about things I wanted to do, and havnt), and then look expectantly for another question (just the way my pup used to look at me for food)

What do you know about the company : (Apart from the fact that you guys will have to tolerate me and pay me for it, buhahahhaah ) I always form a “mental bubble” when stoooopid situations occur, so as to bash or abuse the person in my mind, and thus still hold a pleasant face, I mean dude, do you want me to tel you how the company is going “down” and will be bought by another company, and how the stocks have crashed overnight, but then , miss wannabe independent leaves out all that aspect and blabbers on everything “nice” she found on the internet (thank you Google, what would I do without you, and off late, I really love you).

Why do you think you fit the requirements: ( hehehe, I thought you knew that…lol – were the requirements changed to a nuisance creator, who’d literally laugh her ass out,and make odd faces!! Yeaaaa I suit the bill) Again, I sit upright, trying to look all businesslike and blabber on about how “exactly” I fill the bill and how the id “contribute” to the company as well.

How much do you expect as your Ctc : (wow, can I even ask for a pick-up and drop in a merc, and an all expense paid trip anywhere I like) Inspite of wanting to say a huge amount I stick to the cliched answer, as per company standards (because seriously you cannot match mine .. hahahah ). Honestly, if I said exactly what I had on my mind, would you still hire me??

Where do you see yourself in 5 years : (5 years is too long, say 5 months, in your chair, asking better questions ) However, I reply, “I see myself growing with the company” .. I mean really!! That is one clichéd pathetic answer, but somehow gets you the job…

Honestly, what are Interviews coming upto !! Yes these are absolutely compulsory questions that you are bound to hear at every other interview… so all the best , next time you hear em all …

Crowded Comfort ...

Crowds have a very pacifying feeling. I know that sounds creepy and weird but come to think of it, I so love to see 50+ people crammed together in a bus, and still coexisting peacefully, till their respective destinations. Crowds have always baffled me, I love a certain flow in them, and maybe I’m too scared just to be left alone.

A certain incident today made me think about the entire “crowd” routine. Now God, loves to feel important, so he ensured that he wouldn’t feel left out and hence made it mandatory for people to come visit him, and when I talk about people I’m not talking about a handful of them, am talking about 100’s of walking, talking men , women ,children, old young, thronging for a glimpse of God.

A certain incident that I had spoken about earlier was when I had attended Mass (out of God’s so called obligatory rule).The entire church was crammed up with more than 200 + people. However inspite of the insane crowd, all of us literally found place to park our ass, with a little bit of adjusting here and there, and even when little kids moved in from one place to another in the limited space, it was just fine. Wow...

Mumbai local trains: A compartment can maybe normally hold say 60 people comfortably, however, our “aam junta” would squeeze in the limited space which just appears mysteriously, and the crowd outnumbers itself from the comfortable 60 to above 100. People do complain, however they end up finding solace in someone’s armpit, or bosom (not exaggerating). That feeling of togetherness towards a particular destination is really awesome, minus the theft, and occasional “gaali galoch”.

Railway stations/bus depots: An array of people just fills up the place, they keep pouring in and out of the medium of transport and somehow, many just replace the one’s who have gone. From the endless lines at ticket counters, to the people hanging onto their dear lives in local trains….Crowd is the word

Subways: phew!! Yes subways!! Early mornings, afternoons, evenings, late evening…you will definitely find People, huge number headed out to wherever the subway leads. Its filled with college kids, professionals, corporates, rich, poor, skinny, fat, tall, short, fair , dark….(and no 1 looks identical, God must be really hardworking). The energy that the crowd exhibits is really one to watch out for.

Shopping zones: from the streets to the malls, you name it, there you will have an amazing and in a way well organized crowd. People trying on things, bargaining, it may seem chaotic, however, a closer look bears it all, it isn’t one bit.

I love Crowds, I love the energy it has, the colors it brings out, the resilience it gets in people’s have always found solace in crowds, you can easily gel among them and yet stand out. Its simply a picturesque feeling, worth a camera, worth a million words, if you haven’t yet  had the feel, you should, I love it for the sole reason of observing various facets of people that are visible, various behavior patterns, fashion, talks, a lot. Its lovely to be born as a human.

Speculations

                   

I was walking along a familiar path with a friend, when we saw a familiar face, not that someone whom either of us recognize but a face that we see often in the path that we take, and with that begins the list of Speculations, which are (when thought of later), really a bit stupid.

Now the person in Question (the familiar stranger – love the way that sounds) is a Man, maybe in his Late 20’s or early 30’s, tall with a fairly good built and a protruding stomach , and has the grandfather umbrella in tow. Well he is often seen leaning against the bridge, looking at nothing in particular.

So here starts the list of speculations:

a)      Since there is a Woman’s hostel nearby, this story seemed apt , His Girl friend, apparently wants to see him so he waits at that point, so that his GF can have a glimpse of him (awww)

b)      This person in question must be waiting to see none other than “me”(yes , we came up with that one) .So once we pass him, he walks away(assuming, we have to cross check)

c)      He is planning of planting a bomb on that very bridge, and once he walks throughthe entire stretch of the bridge – kaboommmm

d)      He must be investigating the ongoing construction work

e)      He must be on an evening stroll

f)        He must be trailing his Wife

….and the list goes on… So that’s what happens, when two crazy people plan of walking it out everyday from point A to B, and run out of topics for a minute, that they seem to target “poor Mr.pot belly with an umbrella”

Apart from that this “amazing” friend of mine also counted the number of people who stared at us on our way …. And we did reach a decent count as well. So , the conclusion here would be baseless speculations are listed out by people who have nothing to do on their way back …

Live "life" your way.....

 "Oh my God !! really, have you gone mad or what?? you serious , you considering that as a profession?? I mean what security do you have with it, you need to feed your family, how will you survive"  - I Believe many of us must have heard this, especially those who have strayed away from the  "typical professions" that can get us the "lifestyle" and the capacity to take care of our family!

it’s a very common thought that runs in the minds of every parent if their child had to come up to them and had to say .dad I want to be a dancer, or I want to be a model, pr a scuba diving instructor, a painter, a music producer or whatever that sets you aside from the normal clichéd(boring) jobs that gets you "respect" and "money".

I would not blame parents for that thought. if I had my child coming to me and telling me that he wants to be a gigolo...phew I would faint.. we would call that generation gap or whatever... but I feel mainly it’s the anxiety that the parents have towards the child future.

however, why not take the path less travelled, why not take  a risk, why not let life unfolds the way you would want it to. and not blame everything on destiny or fate or circumstances.

I would love it if my child comes and tells me that he'd want to be  a racer(yeah this one’s better than the earlier one).. isn’t it awesome! yes id be worried about his safety but I guess he would be responsible enough.

 if you have dreams no matter what they are as long as you are alive or feel alive go grab them, cause you live just once I’m not really sure after next birth and all, but this is the time to make a change, live your dream and maybe have a smile on your face when you have actually done what you like

Very Very Filmi!!!!!

The only issue I have with reality is the lack of background score, the way it’s so well obvious in our Movies (ear to ear grin). Well yes!! I Love to live in a fantasy land, wherein I visualize myself as simran (ugh, not to that extent). Ok wouldn’t it be awesome if for a day our lives would have been completely filmy!! Imagine the possibilities!!

          Now before I dwell more on the topic, I love movies with a little twist at the end, don’t we all?? Ok read on....

          We'd grow up from in a matter of 3 minutes, with a song trailing our life, and explaining the reason for our particular behavior... i really find that captivating, seeing a person grow up...from boy to man in 3 minutes (or whatever the song's time span is). In reality 3 minutes are not even enough to tell a guy something you want to (ok that can come up in another blog  ...lol).

          People are reborn just to avenge their death or to reunite with their lost love (the janam janam ke saathi types)... and here i can’t even find a "normal" guy in my present "janam”.

          Love in movies happens within seconds... they bump into each other and their eyes meet n kaput in love... (And I bump into weirdoes - sigh). or they move in your neighborhood and then love blossoms...(nah!! that isn’t applicable either, I have all oldies around), or they plan a trip and "coincidentally" meet, or they are childhood friends, or they meet in college, office, bus stop, railway station, airport!!!!! (Phew, frustrated...at the many options, and lack of MEN!!)

         And the best thing is when you have a fight, you have a background score, and then miraculously reunite... or again "coincidentally|" meet at a book store or someplace on this damn planet!!!!

          When it comes to achieving dreams, no matter what it is... to making your parents relation work by travelling back in space, to becoming a doctor without any aptitude or understanding of basic human biology, or becoming famous by letting go of your love only to meet again.. hmmmm.

          The best part about movies is the action bit - I love it when the "hero" fights against not 1 not 2 but 5-6 bad guys simultaneously... phew that must be some energy drink!!...A very good friend of mine (apparently the hero in the way things turned around - long story) got beaten up by the bad guys!!... which wdnot has been the case in movies!!!

         Getting wet in the rain!! ohh awesomee feel.... in movies somehow the "heroine" is always wearing a sari at that time!! hmmmphhh .. like she knows it’s going to rain!!

  Not that I hate Films or anything , but I would have loved to experience similar situation at least once in my lifetime( oh I have!! - and it was just awesome)

 A twist , like in most of the films:  let yourself go, be crazy for a day, express you, and just do things the way you have always wanted to!! you'd love it , you would love yourself more. it’s a tried and tested formula..

I Love you ... however ......

I have come across or rather witnessed many “love stories”, right from the “I have a crush on her/him stage” to the “I love him/her stage “, to the “its over stage”!!!.... Now I know many of you must have gone through the below mentioned situations (any resemblance to any of my friends real life situations is purely INTENTIONAL – buhhahhah). Now even I have gone through some of them... (Evil grin). The most famous or common of the “we can’t be together stance”:

“I just don’t feel that Anymore” - honey, FEEL what?? I mean c’mon, it should be more like... I feel his/her‘s nowadays (dnt I mention an appropriate legal age to read this content??)

“I’m not into you anymore” – Maybe you are too busy “into” someone else"s.

“I think you deserve someone better” – Did you fail to notice yourself in the mirror before; of course she/he deserves someone better (in your face).

“I think we should be friends” – you think!!! Oh c’mon... dnt be so harsh on yourself.

“I need some space” – Sweetheart, why just Space, take the universe too!!!

“It's not working between us anymore” – oh right, let’s take a new job!!... For God sake... what was your relation…A machine that needs to be oiled??

“My parents won’t agree to us” – ummm, did you just meet your parents recently??

“You are not what I expected” – I’m sorry, were you waiting for Hugh Jackman??? I may not look like him, but can very well rip you apart!!!

“Your educational qualification is not apt” – I’m sorry, did I hear that right??.... Dnt you remember that when I bought you all those gifts???”

“You have changed” – oh no honey, I haven’t even washed my jeans from the time we started dating!! … For crying out loud – I dnt have a secret stash of elixir to look the way I did 2 years back!!!

“You dnt have time for me” - Well yeah, cause I’m busy slogging my ass, and you warming up every café joint!!!

Phew!!!..... Dnt worry, I’m not someone going through a break-up or under emotional stress of any kind... its just that, after having heard some of the excuses for as to why something dsnt work out between two people, we rather fail to overlook many aspects…. Like communication, honesty, throwing away your ego etc, and then later on we build up situations for the above mentioned baseless
(seems rational when I used some) reasons to end something. But all I would say to those in Love – keep loving if it’s worth it, and to those who are single – enjoy it while it lasts.

Dost aur unka Dostana....

I have been fortunate enough to have around me the company of some of the most “awesome “people!!! …. Well, as I have been thought I call them “friends”… but they are no less than “Angels” and at times “devils” … who make my life seem even more better and colorful.I have come across many quotes, sayings, sms’s, phrases, proverbs on the relation called Friendship….. all of it convey the same fact that has been told over and over again – about the unconditional love that binds two people(or more)  in a bond that is purely non-materialistic(I told you, I’m very fortunate).

It’s beautiful to unwind and see how each relation blossomed and grew stronger over years. At times the “how we met” seems confusing and not that important, but the fact “that we are still together” becomes more important.

I have, like I mentioned earlier have been blessed with the company of very genuine human beings, who I rather feel have been placed in  my sphere for my convenience than theirs… not to categorize, but each one of them hold a special place in my life, which cannot be replaced by someone else.

I used to find a bond as strong as that to be very confusing… How is it that most of them (am excusing the deep sleepers), are always available irrespective of the time I call??... irrespective of the nonsense I mumble, they still have the patience to listen to all of it and give in their suggestions... the topics have been as sensible as the “Ana hazare fast” (rofl), and as stupid as Baba Ramdev(no offence)…. And yeah, we do talk about politics (most of which I pretend I know), films (my domain, limited to Hindi films), Music (clueless), dance, art, culture, history… the list is endless… we can just sit over a cuppa coffee and decide how many kids we gonna have and who they would get married to as well (no pun intended)

Conversations may start from point A, twist around F gather speed at m….and then rush to something else…. Time just decides to go a wee bit faster when am around such awesome people!!(blah, like we care)… but yes, the best feeling is when, you are all upset, and your friend says… why don’t u call up Mr. X (the person you are dating, have a crush etc)… and in your mind you are like… hmmm…. Nah …id rather talk with you!! Hahaha … not that Mr.X wouldn’t understand. but its always great to find solace in certain relations more than the others… and am glad to have my friends who have known me since long, or some whom I have just met… the former has seen me grow, we have shared a lot more, but that doesn’t take anything away from the latter… its just as special as its meant to be…

I just hope, that tomorrow when I go ahead with life, my beautiful past coexists with my present and leads me to a better tomorrow ….

The "feminine" men

I wish the 2nd type still existed!!!!

I miss “real men”….. Well honestly!!! … You now the slightly rugged (who take less time to get dressed) men…. The men that came before metro sexuality came in!!! Yes the same… ok normally or BM (before the metro sexual era)… it would be so easy to meet up with my Male Friends… the conversation would have been such…

Me: Hey ssupppp lets meet up…

Male Friend (MF) I’ll b there in 5 ok….

Me :Mmmm hey no i’l need atleast an hours time to get dressed … so i’l see you in an hour ok?

 MF: alright… and now… post AM ( after the metro sexual era)

 Me :hey ssupppp lets meet up…

MF:  ok i’l b there in sometime ok….

Me : Mmmm hey no il need atleast an hours time to get dressed … so il see you in an hour ok?

MF : no no il take atleast 2 hours , so il catch up with you in 2 hours…

Me : 2 hours??? For what… putting on a jeans and t-shirt???

MF : (actual scenario) nah re, il need to bathe, dress up (lol), which shirt should I wear, I really like the pink one I got yesterday … what do you think?

Me : ummmm … hmmm … ya umm yes …

MF : no I guess I have tanned a little , I should maybe go in for blue .. don’t you think so??

Me : ( jaws dropped) … really does it matter??? Because , we will be watching a movie, and mmm am not sure blue or pink would make a difference in a dark room …

MF : yea , but then the distance from the entrance to the theatre , is not dark na !!!...

Me : (irritated, pretending to be cool) .. mmm ya, so umm blue it is…so il see you in 2 hours in  a “blue shirt” !!! yeaa ….

MF: I was actually planning between blue and a checked shirt I got yesterday… its got vertical stripes, and green and white and a bit of grey thrown in, what do you think.

Me : (almost on the verge of pulling out my hair) … hmmm, I think blue…

MF : I think the stripes are in.

Me : ok , yea I’m seeing it all over, yea so stripes it is ( we have already wasted 15 minutes here)

MF : Do you think vertical stripes make one look fat?

Me: ( confused between vertical and horizontal, and irritated, suppressing a giggle) No, it actually makes you look slim (hahaha , like I know) ..

MF : yea, I have put on weight off late, so I guess I should go with the stripe shirt!!!.

Me: ( who cares) .. umm yes, I think stripes will have  a very good camouflaging effect as well ..

MF : so you have noticed as well, that I have put on weight

Me : well you are the one who got that to my attention ( on the verge of getting inside the phone, and slitting his throat)

Mf : alright, so I guess, il go with the striped shirt.

Me : ( halleluiah) .. yes, good choice, and (40 minutes to deciding what he had to wear).. so could you hurry up a bit, otherwise we will miss the movie, and will have to go for a later one..k

Mf : I haven’t shaved ya, il take some time .. but ya il make it soon

Me : (to avoid missing the movie) .. oh but you look really great with a stubble

Mf : nahh, I need to get a clean shave done ..

Me : (loosing a battle here) alright, so il see you soon. Bye

2 hours later, I meet  him, all drenched and soaked in Reebok deo, wearing the “striped” shirt, hair all gelled in place clean shaved. I guess he even got a manicure and pedicure done …. Gosh his nails looked good, I stopped biting my own… after a bit of window shopping(so as to kill time, because we had to go in for a later show), we head to eat, where the “I’m so diet conscious” runs to the veggie section, and eats grass and more of grass (sub-way…. Its yumm…but not everyday), and I hear him say, not much of mayo please, wherein I was having mine dripping with mayo…(gulp)

I really miss the Men that I had seen growing up, with a little stubble, with the needed amount of deo or perfume, with jeans that is a bit dirty. A little tousled hair,(still love such guys) , the men who never used to take that long to “dress up”, who would be messy when eating, and I would look sophisticated in front of them(hheheheh), who would never care how well  -manicured their hands were, or how well –moisturized it was, who would not offer me sanitizer (c'mon.. dat was the heights), cause i might consume germs and bacteria( they are yummy , lol) who would not bother stepping out in the sun(minus the sunscreen)!!! ..and avoid this question - do you think spf 20 is better or spf 30 ?? lakme is a good choice aint it ( grrrr...... wondering what difference does a 20/30 make)... Now im confused of whether am less girly or the men are turning more pansy!!!!

Hmmm … that species of BM men are non –existent… if you do come across one of them... do lemme know, because I really miss having them around...and it’s irritating having to walk around with a guy who is almost turning into a girl. I mean , honestly I wonder how many woman out there want a man with Shaved chests, "manscaped" eyebrows and the "back, sack and crack" wax.. its high time they realized that all that is not , after all, the way to a woman's heart.

The Perfect woman i have come across ......

The first word that a child learns to say is ma…. The say that a mother is born when the child is born… hmm sounds apt!! doesn’t it… well for  a person like me I would rather accept that. Looking at my Mother, who literally is the epitome of perfectness… I would rather go with the saying…

My mother has a High tolerance level for nonsense (meaning -me)… I wonder at times , that how is it possible for someone to be so amazingly , well amazing. That’s what my mother is. She knows exactly what the three of us(me and my sisters), like and dislike, she knows exactly what I’m feeling, she knows exactly how to control and bear my tantrums.

She is superwoman. The comfort I feel when I’m near her, when she feeds me ( the food just tastes better), when she oils my hair, when she prepares something just cause I’m on a diet( hahaha)… for all the times that I have been rude, for all the times I have been a drama queen, for all the times I have made you cry… for all the times I have been “me” (arrogant, snobbish, a complete bitch)…. And for still loving me unconditionally – I love you mummy….

For all the times you have stood by me, letting me realize my dreams, for all the times you have listened to the stories about my friends (for knowing all of them), for all the time you are there for silly laughs and family jokes we share, for all the times you have hugged me and proudly said that I’m yours…. I love you…

The best thing about being you is that it’s so easy for me to talk to you, and you listen ever so lovingly, your eyes, looking through me….. for helping me to get all dressed up, for draping my first sari….. For just being there mummy, I love you.

For waving right at me, when I walked the ramp for the first time, ensuring me that no matter what happens, you’d still love me. for watching me walk over and over again (gosh , I would have been bored)……I love you. For helping me with my massive “diet “ and  “weight loss” strategies ( lol ) …

You are the only person who comes to mind when people compliment me for my language, because it was you who taught me!!! …. If not for you I would never have the language I do now. And for the rubbish and mistakes that I talk (that is me!!!)…

I can never be the way you are… because you are way too perfect. If I had to be my mother, I would have killed me!!!(Seriously)… but you still love me no matter what…

I see a little of you in my eldest sister… and I’m sure she will just be as awesome as you are –a wonderful mother, friend, confidante ….

Mummy you are my idol… nah it’s not an answer that I said just to impress people, but it’s true, if I had to be like someone, id rather be like you….

The way this place makes me feel.......

Did you realize how much important coco land makes you feel??? If you haven’t yet… just read on…. I realized that my journey spanning from my home to where I “work” is around 40 minutes, and in these 40 minutes of everyday life i feel like  a “celebrity”.. from the moment I step outside my gate … I have my first share of celebrity life  - my neighbor… with her disgusting smile and sarcasm filled dipped in honey modulated voice … where are you headed …I have to plaster a smile and give her the same answer I give her “EVERYDAY”  - work ….. And in my mind – get a life you stupid woman… certain other words that erupt in my mind have been deleted ..

So then after phase I  -  I move on to pass many more houses on my way to the bus stop, and along with that their unavoidable stare.. and the only factor that makes me oblivious of the world outside is my cutie pie “bling” – my angel in disguise(ya, alright , I have a fetish for my phone) . hmmm so, my savior is my headphone tightly stuffed(literally) into my ears and off I walk … the next phase is Ashraf ikka’s shop… nah his part comes later in the evening where he asks me where have I been, or has a questioning look about my attire(especially if it’s a jeans and t-shirt, and at how thin I have become – yea), its majorly the men who stop by to buy ciggy’s… who see me walking from a distance and stop and stare!!.. And I prance about feigning ignorance and believing in the non-existence of that “soul”… who checks me out from top to bottom while I leave!!!

Phase III – the 2 minutes walk to the bus stop : hahahah…. Irrespective of the auto’s honking inspite of no vehicles, or the automatic slowing down of cars and bikes… and the staring passerby’s , I notice nothing. And mind you… im not claiming to put a thought in your mind that puts me on a higher pedestal among beautiful girls(not that I mind) … but irrespective of the fact of whether you are pretty or not, whether you are salwar clad or in jeans( tried wearing salwar too), this cycle continues.

Phase IV – the auto guys: bang opposite the bus stop is an auto stand, so the moment they see a girl in jeans, with earphones plugged to her ears, they are all ready to STARE !!! … oh no im still feeling all great about myself (sarcasm intended) .and waiting for the bus, I fail to notice the passerby’s, vehicles etc that pass my way.

Phase V – the bus: So I see the awesome bus ( irrespective of all what has been told about the “killer bus” -  I still like them). Now here starts the main drama, if I don’t get a place to sit, I have to stand holding onto my dear life , and that’s when the women have their share of staring as well (now i did not only say that its just men who stare) … there is a lot of gender equality and unity when it comes to making me feel like a celebrity.. All of them are very eager to play their role. So coming back to the staring women… who very awkward and absurd though it may seem have  a tendency to stare right into my underarms!!!... and that’s when  I have this weird feeling of whether I did wax my underarms or not ( seriously, and I even cross check). Now since my back is turned to the major part of the bus, I don’t know what happens there, so id tell you about the scenes that  unfold in front of me… the guy who stands near the door(whatever he is called), has to keep checking to see if im alright(since I usually take the same bus, I guess im  a regular), and when the bus stops at a signal, the driver turns his head(a complete 360) and has a weird (villain about to rape) smile plastered on his face (now I might be imagining a bit too much here, but that look gives me the creeps).

It’s almost time for me to get of ( halleluiah) ,and I stand up awaiting my turn to literally jump off the bus, in the meanwhile the door guy tries striking up a conversation, and I conveniently ignore his attempts under the pretext of listening to music. So I alight at kaloor (with my head phones in place), and head towards another bus that’d take me to my destination…  

Phase VI – The journey from one bus to the other is around another 2 minutes( filled with gapes and stares, and me pretending ignorance – it’s an amazing feeling.). Phase 6 is really small, since I alternate between the bus depending on which leaves first, and by then it’s usually my favorite track that’s playing , which makes me all involved with the track, and has me singing aloud, much to the discomfort of my fellow passengers (im guessing). So then I get off, and then have a small awestruck looks from people below the office and then I rush to the safe haven (with a smile in my mind) and awaiting the evening of the same expressions along with my headphone.

Having come to coco land , I now realize how valuable my headset is, not having even used it once in Mumbai, and now when I go back to Mumbai, minus the occasional stares, I’ll miss the paparazzi effect that kerala showers you with !!! Hail coco – land for making me feel all Special (pun intended)

The tiny Raindrop……

The most strange and different Love story that I came across, Strange in sense of the people involved, and different, because I choose to call it so(lol)
 Maybe you can have a Love story of your own after this one.... or totally despise me :(

Yesterday as she stepped outside, she felt a drop of rain fall on her nose!!... She looked up and saw many others fighting to reach her as well. She knew this feeling; she had felt it earlier as well. How often has a gust of wind touched your face and left...and then you had a second gust of wind which was more aggressive and angry??

Did the tiny rain drop have to compete with the rest to reach her before they did, or did this tiny rain drop just fall on her? Well the latter seems more practical and obvious, but I would go with the former, cause that’s where the story all began…..

All the Raindrops did surely have a discussion about who would reach her first. The other may have laughed at the tiny raindrop and said  you should not even bother trying, we are much stronger and faster than you, and will reach her before you do.

At that moment the tiny drop looked down and saw her looking up towards the sky and smiling, he knew for that very moment that it was he who had to reach her first before the others did. He did not know how but he knew that he would. He knew he would reach her, see her smile before someone else does, no matter how tough it would be.

And then they all left, the tiny rain drop was left behind, he tried with all his might , but he couldn’t go any faster than the rest, but he still knew he would be “the one”. A gust of wind came along and blew away the other drops before him, making way for him, giving him an opportunity to achieve what he wanted. He was happy, as he did not have anyone in front of him, but no sooner did he look behind than he realized that he still had a long way to go. Right behind him he saw an army of rain drops coming right at him, to reach her before he does.

He mustered all the courage he had, all his strength, and darted straight at her, he knew he had to get there before anyone else did, and then he saw her looking at him , that smile, ever radiant and beautiful, waiting for him…. He fell on her (plook).….Saw her smile and then he faded away with a memory so beautiful that lasted him a lifetime, and gave her a moment so special, one which bought a smile to her lips. A moment which separated her life from the usual, all because of a raindrop.

Bumpy and his new perception on Death

I have met many People in my life, so far so good, and i really thought  i was to be the weirdest of the lot, especially since i had the uncanny ability of handing out to my friends really weird names!! However there is one friend of mine who actually tops the list of what certain people may call as “madness”. However I would say , my friend Bumpy definitely has some courage!! Hats off to you.

Well, Bumpy is in the final stages of  what we call leukemia, or in layman’s term Blood cancer (sad music fills the air). I know this great person from almost a year. It was a complete filmi meeting. We both hated each other; no we did not “fall in love”. We realized we could find other people to torture!!..

When he first broke the news to me, I was lost for words, like a quintessential bollywood film Heroine, tears fell from my eyes in slow motion, not exaggerating!! And just like  a leaf out of a hindi film came his dialogue, Pickles (that’s what he calls me), tumhe meri kasam , do not cry.(well he said it in a better way). Well , duh , how am I not to cry or atleast feel a sense of loss, when one of my good friend, is about to pack up for a different world altogether!!. I used to cheer him up(or so I thought), by telling him that there is a huge waiting list in Heaven, but seems like he had confirmed tickets!!

Since we both liked the book Life after Death by Deepak chopra, he often used to cite the book, quoting that he is merely going to go to the astral phase, or afterlife (please read the book ,for queries on the same).Having worked with a Cancer care Ngo, I had the privilege of meeting people who had family members who were or had been affected by Cancer. In the course of my work, I met Sarita , a very beautiful woman, who really changed my perspective towards life and death, and like a child very excited of having learned something, I went and discussed the same with Bumpy.(at this stage , I was unaware of him suffering from cancer).

Sarita’s mother died of cancer some years back, and at that time her mother ensured that there wont be any sort of mourning at her place (short version). Bumpy adopted that as his means of bidding adieu , and going to another world. He made me promise that I would not shed a tear (phew, dramatic , I know).

But well the woman in me, lol… does feel a bit upset right.!!!!... so Well Bumpy says that he is not going to stay in touch with any of his friends, and is going to travel around the world, and will die in Nature’s lap!! Wow awesome way to leave your imprints.

Well I do appreciate your valiant efforts in embracing Death and not making a hue and cry about it. But honestly, even the scriptures(somewhere in the bible)they do say daughters weep n etc. So restrict yourself from restricting us over Emotional Atyachar !!!!!. So Bumpy, you can die whenever you have to, but il remember you always as someone who has made my day , no matter what, and yes I do cry over the fact that  you wont be accessible anymore